"No you're wrong!"

We all like to argue about politics and our opinions, but there comes a point when arguing turns into everyday conversation. Any little disagreement warrants a lengthy time-consuming argument about how your wrong. This was Jen's problem. Her love of arguments lead to her downfall.

A little "Hello, how are you?" turns out like this when talking to Jen, "No, I'm not fine. I'll tell you why. You shouldn't say hello because you use the word hell. So are you wishing me to hell?..." The well wisher slowly backs up without saying a word; partly because he or she couldn't get a word in edge wise.

The day in which our friend learned that arguments aren't always fun was when she left school with one of her friends. As they walked to Jen's car, everyone was waiting for the "WALK" signal across the street. Jen arguing about an earlier argument that day was oblivious to this and stepped into the street. There was a break in the traffic line, so she thought it was safe to cross. What Jen's friend saw was a different thing. She saw the next line of oncoming traffic, and tried to tell Jen to get back. But Jen being Jen, cut in with "No you're wrong. Traffic waits for me— " BAM! She was hit by a Mack truck.

Her friend didn't see her until all the traffic passed by. There was Jen, flat as a pancake in the street, like some Loony Toons cartoon. As the friend leaned closer to see if Jen was alive, she heard something. It was faint but, clear. This is what she heard, "The speed limit is too high and trucks shouldn't be allowed to travel on this road. The curbs should be higher. What were they thinking? They are wrong . . . " This went on, but I'll save you from the twenty- four pages of the transcript.